"No, of course not! Seriously. I don't want to know what my step parents would've done if we were. Even now theyre less than approving of me drinking once in a while since there's still a little over three years left 'till I'm over the legal age, for us, anyway..."

"Do you really want to think of me having only done bad stuff to her?" he sounded.. Very much hurt. "I loved her, Minato. I still do, though not in that manner. There wasn't anything 'weird' or 'fishy' about this. Just.... Love. You should know how much it can fuck up your head once in a while. That night was one of those times. We were so caught up in each other that..." he sighed and stopped. "You know what? Forget it. You won't believe a thing I say, anyway."

Minato had an accusatory answer all lined up and ready to go - but then he visibly deflated, looking away, his entire body slumping. This... he was acting like a complete asshole. Just like those guys he wanted to protect Kushina from. He mumbled something and turned away from Kakashi, trying to gather enough composure to figure out what the hell he could say that could fix this.

It felt like every single hair on his body stood on end, the monumental wrongness of Kushina ever loving anyone besides him, Minato, actually making him physically shiver. He kept seeing them kissing in his mind's eye, doing.. other stuff.. and it was just.. wrong - no matter what they said, both of them...

"See... It's perfectly normal." he ran a hand through his hair. "And to be honest, Minato... If any of us two has something to live up to, its me that's got to live up to you. You're the best thing that could've happened to her."

"Shut.. just shut up. With all that. Stop. I'm not that good. You - you just saw it. I.. I keep messing up," he muttered through clenched teeth. "Whenever.. it's something about her I just.. I just fuck things up."

A weak snort. "I never did anything wrong to her? Yeah, right. Not at all like I broke her heart when I broke up with her, when I couldn't figure out my feelings.." he bit his lip. He really, really wasn't proud of that.

"That wasn't wrong. That was just fair. Do you know how much I've made her cry? That she nearly kept the baby for my sake, because I thought .. I thought it'd be perfect, having a kid with her? That she had to get a late abortion, and oh, by the way, those are really painful and.. and completely shitty?" A low, pained voice, still staring at the floor.